Rocks

Apologies to all those who are closely following my blog. And thank you for all the concerned emails, but I'm fine. Ok perhaps I'm not fine, but I'm ok. I'm just stuck, I will try and do better today, but I can give no guarantees. One good thing, my broken fingernail is restored to perfection so I can type deliriously if I want. Or if I can that is. I'm just stuck, it feels as if I'm wedged between something and something else. I know what it is. The closest to me know what it is but are pretending they don't know. They know well enough, but acknowledging the fact that they know is difficult for them. I understand. But it's not making it any easier for me. And no, it's not my foot. It still hurts but I'm thinking of something else. No worries, I'm not going back there, I can't do that anyway. But it's the things which have healed into perfect scars. And sometimes the scars become alive. According to a lot of 'brainy' (as in people working in brain related matters) people, it's normal. So it makes me at least normal. Yesterday I was looking at the TV, but it was more of an I was looking at myself years ago. And I thought that the girl on TV was strong, which in turn made me realise that then I must be strong too. Strength doesn't mean we feel anything less than other people. It means we are rocks, but even rocks are eaten away at sometimes by rough seas and horribly weather. And that is how it is in life. Nature is such a good example of life. If only we realised it before. It would save us so much sad agony. But we don't so we have to work our way through the hard way. Then they call us strong. And they mean well. But it is no compliment. I'd much rather be called not strong and have had a simple agony-less life. And because we are strong, we inherently put it all in one capsule and swallow it down. And although it's in a capsule it still tastes bitter. And all the sugar in the world, enough to turn anybody diabetic overnight, will not make it any sweeter. Because we are rocks.